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A poetic sensation is on its way!

As a poet, I am constantly looking for new and inovative ways to promote my work. To date I have distributed business cards, given poetry readings, been featured on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series and, of course posted here on kmorrispoet.com.

It struck me recently that what is lacking is the creation of a great sensation as a means of bringing my work to the attention of a wider audience. Consequently I have determined, on 1 April, to parade around the city of London dressed in a yellow polka dot bikini. The dots will, of course spell out an as yet unpublished poem. I feel sure that as I stroll around Trafalgar Square, London’s Oxford Street and other such hives of activity, that both I and my poems will attract great attention. My hope is that not only will tourists take photographs but that I will, with luck make the national news, perhaps even elbowing Brexit to the margins of media coverage!

I can not, however claim that this idea is entirely my own. In fact it came to me when viewing this video on Youtube. However I, unlike the young lady featured below, will not be shy as I parade around the great metropolis of London!

Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘To my dog Trigger, who lay on my book’.

A poem written about my four-legged friend, Trigger. As I say in my poem, dogs have such short lives compared to we humans, yet they give so much to us.

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While drinking in my favourite local pub, The Railway Bell (http://www.rampubcompany.co.uk/visit-pubs/railway-bell), I left my rucksack, which contained a copy of my book ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my mind’ (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY) on the floor. My guide dog Trigger made himself comfortable on both book and rucksack, creasing ‘Lost’s pages, which led to the composition of this poem.

The poem can be found in Refractions: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1488112246&sr=1-1&keywords=refractions+k+morris

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At Summer’s Height

At summer’s height
Girls delight
In short frocks.
And, on occasions, choose
To lose
Their shoes
And socks.
For by going bare
To the summer air
They find there
The joy of youth.

At summer’s height
The poet takes delight
In girls who
Go without shoe
Or sock,
For they sense not
Time’s, impending, knock.

Thrown Away

In a vase you stay.
Soon you will be thrown away
In a bin.
How can I atone for the sin
Of removing you from nature’s embrace
To this urban place?

I sentimentalise its true
For you never knew
Nature’s embrace,
But doctored grew
In a place
Of glass
Where people pass
And say
“Customers will pay
Good money for that rose
But, I suppose
This other lot should be thrown away”.

‘Tis man who should count the cost
Of nature’s lost
Embrace
As we on keyboards clack
For we lack
The will
To stand still
And listen to the bird,
For the word
heard is “progress”, symbolised by
Doctored flowers, that in a vase, die.